Drunk Moxxie Novels & Stories

Audrey tried to hold back her moans, the pain was beginning to turn into the pleasure she expected, but it was also getting too much, he kept on hitting something with her that made her lose her mind each time he thrust in. " Audrey was drunk, she couldn't say a coherent sentence as Jordan's thrusts picked up pace, and she could feel something threatening to burst down below her stomach. "let it out" Jordan ordered and climaxed again squeezing out Jordan's own climax in the process. "Fvck, little Eel" Jordan lay beside her and pulled her into his arms, he watched the red tattoo shine for an out five minutes before it started to fade again. He also noticed that the usual symptoms he got after

He’s wearing jeans and a black T-shirt. “I have coffee and juice over here. Ibuprofen too.” I don’t want him being nice to me, but I need a clear head, so I walk over to where the juice and coffee are. There’s water too. I grab it after sitting down in the chair across from Moon. I don’t look at him as I reach for the pills and swallow them along with the entire glass of water. “Alex is in about the same shape as you. I’m glad I missed the party.” His voice is gravely and I wonder if he slept at all.

Ken was cutoff, by a man coming into the dining room. “Sir we found Chance’s body in a Creek, out on Dixon trail,” the man boomed. I looked at Ken, who was already looking at me. “Call Fredrick,” Patrick ordered, “Tell him that I’m gonna need an autopsy done ASAP.” “Got it sir,” the man replied, and left the room. “I think its time to go,” Dexter sighed. Wow, that’s the first time Dexter has spoken throughout this entire dinner. “We have a drop to do at Midnight,” he announced.

Chapter 5: The Kiss That Ruined Everything The gym was loud and active. Music blasted through the big speakers as Zach’s team and friends were celebrating, he had just won his underground fight with a brutal knockout. Bottles of whiskey and beer flowed freely. Everyone was happy, laughing and cheering. Zach stood in the middle of it all in his usual element… shirtless, sweat dropping on his sculpted body, looking big and powerful under the bright lights as he accepted congratulations. Noah stood near the back of the crowd, nursing a drink while watching his best friend with a strange mix of pride and something deeper. A strange, heavy feeling that had been growing for weeks now

I have completely, utterly lost her. I make my way back down the stairs, my movements mechanical as I violently yank at the silk knot of my tie, loosening the fabric that feels like a noose threatening to choke me. My legs lead me down the dark west corridor, straight into the sanctuary of my private study. I stride directly toward the antique walnut drink cart against the far wall. My hands are shaking as I grab a crystal decanter, pouring a nearly overflowing glass of dark, unrefined rum. I lift the glass and chug the entire burning liquid in one long, desperate swallow, needing the alcohol to incinerate the agonizing pain tightening in my chest. I don't set the glass down. I pour a second

take care of it for me ___ "OK boss We were silent for a moment and I took the opportunity to fill my glass and take a long drink. ___" Do you still think you're in love with Amy? __ "I don't think so anymore. ___ "What a good friend is better that way. __ "I'm absolutely sure it was dawn when i staggered home i had too much to drink i went up the stairs three feet straight to the guest room amy was still asleep on her meds i took off my shoes my shirt and belt and fell into bed next to amy falling asleep a second later.

Owen gets the impression that there is so much more to that sentence that the boy left unsaid. “Oh.. is everything okay?” Owen asks, concerned. “Yeah, uh, you know.. Mom's anxiety has just gotten pretty bad lately. The medicine that she was one for like five years worked so well for her. She had no side effects and it really kept her calm without making her an emotionless zombie. She really liked it but sadly, they discontinued it so her doctor started her on another medicine. The side effects have been rough and it has not helped her. In the last three months her nightmares have come back and she freaks out just going to the grocery store sometimes.” Jack tells him.

"There was a server. He was handing out drinks at the event and gave me one." "Did you see his face?" My head shakes at Darius. I didn't think to concentrate. I just took the glass. "You were drugged with Anthfloxcic; it's a type of aphrodisiac but also, in a way, makes the body hard to move, leaving you powerless." That's why. I felt confused about why I reacted like I did with Beta Luca despite wanting him to stop.

Upon hearing his words, Mona and Jessica exchanged a glance, both with a clear expression of surprise in their eyes. He came to the bar to drink juice, either he didn't know how to have fun or he was too innocent. Hannah, however, disagreed, “Just give him some juice. He's still so young, learning to drink juice like others!" She asked Mona for a cup of Cloud Top's special blend of Mocha, which was famous for being both strong and intoxicating. After Hannah led the person in, she ran into the crowd, aptly named to find a girlfriend for Drake.

"You even drugged me, Astrella! You actually had the balls to drug me!" I leaned back against the glass, my head lolling to the side. The Molly and the coke were still peak-performing in my system, making me feel floaty and reckless. I reached up, tracing his jawline with a shaky finger, a loopy, intoxicated grin spreading across my face. "Oh... hi handsome," I giggled, my voice airy and far away. "You look just like my Dax darling. Can I fuck his clone? You're way hotter when you're mad."